"Douluo" eats my exquisite pagoda

"What did you say? Say it again?"

Tang Jing really didn't expect that he would encounter a conceited and contemptuous guard when he went to school. You must know that such mindless low-level monsters were not popular in the novels before his death.

"Let me tell you, this is not a place for country people like you." The young gatekeeper looked disdainful, "Why do you still need the innate soul-powerful blue silver grass? I have also worked as a concierge in the college for four years, and I have never heard of students with innate soul power. Haha, this Wuhun Palace certificate is a forgery at first glance."

Haha, still haha. Although I have been practicing martial arts for so long, my combat power is still 0.5 goose. Even if I open a golden finger, I still take the auxiliary route. But you are wrong, hehe, my brother.

Can Tang Jing endure this? If Tang Jing was alone here, he might have tolerated it, but Tang San was still standing in the back pocket, and Tang Jing was rebuffed on the spot.

"You said that our Wuhundian certificate was forged, and I also said that your identity as the concierge of Notting College was fake! I see that you have never been beaten by society. Could it be that you have achieved nothing through nepotism? You should just become the concierge here. No wonder you are so indifferent." Tang Jing was short, but he still worked hard to raise his chin and gave the young concierge a contemptuous look.

The young concierge who didn't deserve his name understood Tang Jing's eyes very well. It is true that he has no ability, and the young man who relies on his family connections to work as a concierge clenched his fists and said with an angry look on his face: "I think you are the one who has never been beaten by society."

Although the young concierge didn't know what society was, he was definitely right to fight back. After saying that, the young concierge raised his fist and swung it at Tang Jing.

Tang Jing's cuisine is relative. Besides, Tang Jing is no longer the little guy who didn't dare to wave his claws when Tang Hao took away his food. He raised his right hand and planned to treat this young concierge with little social experience to a meal of exquisite pagoda.

How could Tang San, who was behind Tang Jing, watch Tang Jing being beaten? Naturally, he raised his left hand slightly and prepared an arrow in his sleeve.

Even old Jack, who accompanied the two to register, raised his crutch to give the young man a slap.

At this critical moment when the young concierge was about to commit a bloody disaster, a hoarse voice sounded, stopping the three people from moving: "Okay, stop it."

The four of them stopped and turned to look. It was a middle-aged uncle with an ordinary appearance, an ordinary figure, and a somewhat unique temperament who was speaking.

Seeing this man, the young concierge immediately turned his anger into flattery, nodded and bowed to the middle-aged man, "Master, you are back."

When Old Jack saw it, he quickly put down his crutches. Tang San and Tang Jing also put down their hands. After all, it was other people's territory and it was not good to cause trouble. However, Tang Jing still cast a sidelong glance at the young concierge unwillingly: "Tsk, you're just a licking dog watching what's on the plate."

"Don't be rude." Tang San patted the back of Tang Jing's head upon hearing this, and then apologized to the middle-aged uncle. No matter what the young concierge was like, it was always bad to scold someone's subordinates in front of others.

The middle-aged man who was called a master by the concierge said with a stiff face that it was okay, and asked Old Jack for Tang San and Tang Jing's Spirit Hall certificate.

An old man like Old Jack had eaten more salt than Tang Jing had eaten. How could he not see that this master had a high status in the academy? He hurriedly handed over the certificate in his hand.

The master looked at the proof, and then stared at Tang San looking up and down. Tang Jing, who felt that he had encountered something strange, stepped forward and changed places with Tang San.

The master silently withdrew his gaze from staring at Tang San and turned to Old Jack: "It's proven to be true, old sir. I apologize to you on behalf of the academy for what happened just now."

"Ah! It's okay, it's okay, you're too polite!" Old Jack waved his hands repeatedly, "We didn't suffer any losses here, you don't need this."

"This is what it should be." The master insisted on apologizing to Old Jack, "Then as compensation, leave these two children to me, and I will take them to register."

"How can this be done? This is really troublesome for you." A master took two children to register. Naturally, Old Jack was fully willing. With a few polite words, he handed Tang San and Tang Jing into the hands of the master. I told the two brothers a few words to listen to the teacher and study hard before leaving.

The master glanced at the young concierge coldly: "This is the first and last time. If I see something like this happen again, you don't need to stay anymore."

"Yes...yes." The young concierge responded repeatedly, ducking aside and trying his best not to be an eyesore in front of the master.

Gee, this uncle is a bit handsome. Tang Jing murmured in his heart, and he and Tang San were led into Notting Academy by the master.

"Teacher, thank you." Although Old Jack had already thanked him, Tang San still wanted to express his gratitude in person. Tang Jing, who felt that Tang San and the master were about to have a show, the classic play of the Flower Planting Country that Old Jack had just performed, thank you, no thank you, thank you, silently opened the Linglong Pagoda interface.

With Tang Jing's skill, it wasn't a problem at all to hold Tang San's little hand and follow him.

Currently, there is only one core user of the signal tower, Wang Miaomiao, but there are already many ordinary users. This is all thanks to 4157's "Trial Plan for Ordinary Soul Binding within the Signal Tower" and Wang Miaomiao's father's strong support.

Although I don’t know why the relationship between Wang Miaomiao and her father quickly repaired after linking to the Heart of the Rising Sun, it’s great that the father and daughter can reconcile.

So, let’s first take a look at what the only core user, Comrade Wang Miaomiao, is doing.

Tang Jing opened the surveillance camera.

Oh, yes, class was going on at the moment. Tang Jing was very satisfied when he saw Wang Miaomiao who was diligently manufacturing mobile phones in the "Manufacture and Improvement of Mobile Phones" class. I gave up the idea of ​​giving the little girl extra classes.

Forget it, bullying children is nothing, just go and see what the forums have to offer.

Tang Jing thought about it and opened the Douluo Forum.

Probably because Wang Miaomiao's father is responsible for the current mobile phone promotion, the ordinary users of signal towers are currently mainly businessmen. Most of the forums are talking about business matters.

But where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there are conflicts. Douluo Forum is another place where you can post under your real name as well as anonymously. In addition to serious business discussions, there is plenty to eat.

Tang Jing clicked on a post called "Did you know that the great soul master son of Old Hu's family who made him proud is working as a licking dog in Wuhun Hall".

Tsk, tsk, tsk, this title seems to be a post written by some old enemy of Lao Hu. There is no difference between being anonymous or not.

This anonymous user on the first floor talked a lot about how outstanding the sons of the Hu family are. He was born a commoner and is now a great soul master at the 29th level. Not only that, he is still in the Wuhun Hall. Work, the future is bright.

This anonymous user boasted that Lao Hu's son, a god, was so good that he was just short of becoming the Soul Lord next year, the Soul Lord the year after that, the Soul King the year after that, and even becoming a Contra was just around the corner.

Then on the second floor, an anonymous user unceremoniously laughed at the dog-licking nature of Lao Hu's son that he saw when delivering goods. So what if the great soul master couldn't even find a wife?

Come to think of it, this old Hu is usually very fond of his own son, and there are quite a few people following him. Well, it's all anonymous too.

Do you think this old Hu can bear it? After going through about 20 or 30 floors, a user with the ID of "Hu Youfu, President of the Youfu Chamber of Commerce" ended up.

The two sides fought for three hundred rounds, which made Tang Jing marvel.

Tang Jing was watching this with great interest, when suddenly a huge force pushed him to his knees on the ground.

"Teacher, please accept us as your disciples." Tang San's respectful voice came to his ears.

???

What happened?

What happened?

I just walked away for a while. How many episodes did I miss?

Tang Jing was stunned.